Lost To the Wind

Ponder westerly winds which we all shun for unending days, their speed and their course. I know of rivers that have overrun; banks erode boasting of strength and force. A new moon fades from the sky, a divorce? As for the sun, we know it burns the skin. Reminders come to me from deep within provoking my caution, risking sorrows. Methinks, I’ll bide my time with the kissin’ awaiting love o'er many tomorrows. August 15, 2020 written in response to: Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley